pity
Learn more about other poetry terms
Pour the knowledge into my brain,
For what a pity it would be
For me to learn in turn for me,
So pour it in, I'll spray it out, and so on until I'm insane.
I can regurgitate ideas!
Dear You, I'm Sorry.
Based on A True Story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do not look upon my face
Love, why doth you look with pity
My chest is filled with hallow space
Looking in your eyes, I feel so guilty
I'm sorry that I left you behind
Filled with tears of all the wrong kinds
It's something we want no one to feel for us
Yet something we feel for others
My pain shouldn't be something others feel bad about
I have healed the wounds I have on the inside weather they are seen or not
What’s worst about this whole ordeal
Is not that you are gone,
Nor that the words you said to me
Were just to put me on,
But really that your parting voice
Did quiver in its tone –
Would you just suck it up already?
The complaining,
the whining,
the pouting,
the absolute insanity.
You don't know
how good you've got it.
You're ignorant to those who suffer.
Locked inside my skin
When no one understands
All that hate and sorrow
Fill my dying bones again
……………………………………………..
The icy wind peels back your outer core
Unprotected; as you were from the moment
The contractions won and you tasted
Bitter, bloody air. You close the door.
Turn, and face the face of pity. Snarl at it.
Hay me,
What sadness this is.
Life in itself
A pitiful journey.
The contradiction.
The hate,
What an odd place this.
What an odd place.
Turn your eyes from me
I don’t need your pity
I’m not some helpless puppy
Your generosity is anything but kind
Leading me astray; playing tricks on my mind
